"Siege!"

With Ye Fan's instructions, Qing Cang immediately played gestures.

The 800 Kirin Camp soldiers suddenly acted.

They rotated like an iron stream, and the submachine gun in their hands opened the insurance.

Suddenly, they surrounded the other three camps.

Several unruly stabbed heads wanted to resist and were turned on the ground.

Blood splashing on the spot, screaming again and again.

"ah!"

"ah!"

Screaming, one by one.

Subsequently, the scout camp, the golden camp and the shadow camp showed a frightened look.

They temporarily chose to yield in Zhangwang.

After surrounding, the 800 Kirin camp soldiers, at the same time, held the assault gun and forced it before.

They pressed thousands of four battalions into a cluster of tightly.

Then they stopped the pace, but the murderous look and the muzzle of the front finger made people not doubt- ——

As long as Ye Fan is ordering, there will be a scene of the massacre!

A scouting camp leader is cracked, fingers is angry, and there is a strong coercion:

"Xia Kunlun, what are you doing?"

"The entire Dragon Temple is left to give you face. Do you even offend even us?"

"You make us unhappy, when we run away, you are completely the Single Commander."

"Don’t say that the deputy hall owner of the battle is called the board, just want to collect an intelligence. No one cares about it."

He stared at Ye Fan's reminder: "For three years of missing, come back and hold his tail to be a human, don't have more things."

The leader of the Gold Camp and the Shadow Camp also echoed: "Yes, give the face shameless, then everyone has no face."

"Your face, don't need it!"

Ye Fan bears his hand and returns in a peaceful tone:

"I just want to tell you, the Dragon Temple is now the final say."

"Whether it is the task you want to execute, or your future life and death, I will decide."

"So when I speak, you'd better obey unconditionally."

Ye Fan's voice was cold: "I don't want to, let the coffin fill people on the first day."

When they heard this sentence, they scoffed at the scouts:

"Kill us?"

"Have the ability to move, let's try it?"

"I am the nephew of the Gongsun family of Xia Guo, do you move a look?"

"I am a national defense student sent by Xia Guo Wudi, do you come to kill me?"

"My person with the royal family also comes out to make up for fun, so as not to Xia Kunlun, you are too lonely hahaha!"

Hearing Ye Fan's threat, the scouting camps and other soldiers laughed angrily, and they patted their chests and came out to provoke.

Not to mention that the power behind them is not small. Even if there is no background, Xia Kunlun dare not mess up, otherwise he will be caught by the battle.

The shouting sounds one after another, and has stood out more than 80 people one after another!

The night breeze of hunting has blown their violent atmosphere.

The head of the scout camp is standing in front of it, and there is a spirit of seeking death without fear of power.

Anyone who is familiar with him knows that he is the nephew of the Fighting Family.

Everyone is looking at, did Ye Fan dare to kill him?

Some people originally wanted to stand up.

But I don't know why, they suddenly captured some bloody atmosphere, and there were faint uneasiness from the depths of the soul.

This feeling made them stop.

They are afraid that they will be the abyss of death.

The scout camp roar: "Kill, kill us!"

Nearly a hundred people followed: "Kill us!"

The light is pouring, the cold wind is like a knife!

Everyone stared at Ye Fan, and was waiting to wait for him to respond!

Ye Fan smiled as well as flowers.

On his face, the king of the king who was high on top and holding the fate of others.

He took the cold wind lightly before: "Yang Xiyue, took your guards to kill them!"

Yang Xiyue moved slightly, but finally stabilized her footsteps.

Obviously, she was struggling with hesitation: "The master of the palace, they are just impulsive!"

Ye Fan flew her to the ground and drank: "Yang Xiyue, are you going to violate my order?"

Yang Xiyue squeezed out: "They are their own brothers, but also the generals of the Dragon Hall, and the background ..."

"Yang Xiyue, pick up your knife!"

Ye Fan's order: "execute the command!"

At the same time, Qing Cang waved.

Dozens of Kirin Camp soldiers were slightly rushed to aim at nearly a hundred guards.

The close guard's expression suddenly became dignified.

Ye Fan's tone is indifferent: "Ten seconds, you don't execute the command, I will kill you!"

"Of course, you can also take the Jin Guard to resist me."

Ye Fan was interested in watching Yang Xiyue: "I don't mind you pulling the gun and pointing to me."

"kill!"

Yang Xiyue gritted his teeth and pulled out the silver gun, but his body trembled but started to move forward.

She knows that if the instruction is not executed, the entire hundred people will die!

Seeing Yang Xiyue pull out a short gun, the Macau also pulled out the weapon.

The murder overflowed on their bodies seemed to distort the air.

The tall body is like a god, and the firearms in your hands are gloomy.

"Yang Xiyue, what are you doing?"

The scouting yelker shouted: "You dare to move me, the master of the battle hall must kill you."

Yang Xiyue's deduction of the trigger.

"Bang Bang-"

In the sound of a gunfire, the scouting screaming fell to the ground.

Seven or eight blood holes on your body.

"kill!"

Yang Xiyue blushed his eyes and continued to move the trigger.

The Jinwei also pressed up and sprayed bullets together.

"Bang Bang-"

The bullets are like snow.

Scream, roar and begging for mercy, and bloody atmosphere, spreading over the training ground immediately.

More than eighty stabs soon fell into a pool of blood.

The scene is quite scary.

There are more than a dozen bombs one by one.

Rao is so, the Miao Wolf also shuttled back and forth in the corpse, and from time to time, he stepped on the head of the enemy who had not been exhausted.

A moment, it is like a qualified dead god acceptor.
To be continued...